#one of my best friends at uni is romanian so i think it would be cute
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does anyone have a good place to start learning (basic) romanian ? i redownloaded duolingo but they don’t have it
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everybody has those days // fred weasley
Summary: A drunken night at Harry and Ginny’s wedding leads to a slightly, very awkward situation with the reader and the bride’s elder brother
Request: nope
A/N: basically I read sunkissed by @ickle-ronniekins and I became, as the kids say, thirsty also as I was doing the warnings I realised that I essentially described uni so go figure!!! i don’t know why but this was so difficult to write and I’m like wow am I just losing the ability to form sentences
Reader: female
Warnings: suggestive themes, hangover, drinking, nudity, hickeys, innuendo, swearing,
A low sound escaped your lips as you shuffled, frowning at the strange weight over your waist. Peeling your eyes open, you winced as rays of bright sunlight leaked through the open curtains. So, you figured, today was almost certainly not going to be a very productive one. You huffed and then blinked slowly, adjusting to the light and letting your eyes focus, a decision you definitely regretted as a familiar face came into view.
Now, you’d recognise Fred Weasley’s face anywhere. Not only was he your best friend’s brother, but he was also half of your bosses and a man you’d been regrettably attracted to for almost seven years. So, as you looked at the slope of his nose and the freckles sprinkled across his cheeks and his brassy red hair, you knew that you had made a decision somewhere along the way the night before with very hefty repercussions. And so, as all rational and mature people do in such a situation, you decided to handle it with a certain level of grace and decorum.
“Oh, fuck.”
You hauled yourself from the bed, your head screaming at the immediate whiplash from your sharp exit. The room spun around you and your knuckles look fit to burst as you clutched at the sheets in your hands, pulling them to your chest. Whether it was your abrupt profanity or the vicious reorganisation of his bedsheets, Fred let out a deep, gruff exclamation and tumbled backwards off the other side of the bed.
For a moment, you were both silent, except for the panting noises of your combined heavy breathing, and you found yourself staring very intently at Fred’s confused expression, trying desperately to remember the night before. Why couldn’t you sleep with and forget someone you hadn’t been pining for years for? Wouldn’t that have been more fun?
“What the bloody hell did you-“ he stopped himself as he looked at you wrapped up in his bedsheets, the skin of your neck and collarbones mottled with dark purplish bruises that he was sure he could almost still taste on his tongue. “Oh.”
He stood up with great difficulty, rubbing his head with his hand, sending his hair into ruffled disarray. You didn’t exactly mean to look down and you also didn’t mean to let out a high-pitched screech at the sight of his manhood.
“You’re naked!”
You looked away quickly, heat flooding your cheeks as he grabbed a pillow, the one you’d just been lying on, and placed it over his junk.
“You’re naked, too!”
Though you hadn’t intended to, his indignant tone made you look at him, and you caught what was left of an embarrassed flush extending from his face, all the way down his neck. You clenched your jaw at the sight.
“Please don’t think about me naked,” you said, squeezing your eyes shut as the throbbing in your forehead returned.
“Sorry, love,” he said. A lopsided grin pulling at his lips despite the edge to his voice, his inner panic rather obvious beneath the surface. “But I think that ship’s already-“
“Fred!” you squeaked, your eyes growing wide. He stayed silent, but his smile didn’t budge, enjoying your flustered expression far too much. “Do you remember what happened?”
You looked at him then, properly this time. He was handsome, but you always knew that, what with his strong jawline and the long slant of his neck. The skin all over his collar and chest was pale and freckled and covered in dark, splotchy hickeys, you realised with a strange warmth flooding your system. You swallowed against the tightness in your throat as your eyes trailed down, taking silent note of the lean muscles of his arms and his toned stomach.
“No, but if the way you’re looking me up and down right now is anything to go by, I think I can take a guess how it started.”
“What- No- You… Fred, you are so irritating,” you spluttered, annoyed that he could get you so riled up so easily. He shot you a lazy grin, the same one you’d seen almost every day since Ginny introduced the two of you. From the day you met, you and Fred had a habit of bickering constantly about nothing and everything all at the same time and you were sure that had you not been a close family friend, you’d have been fired years ago. Thinking of the family for the first time, your face soured as you dreaded to think what their reaction would be if they found out about how you spent your night. They’d probably hate you.
“You’re not too bad yourself, love.”
You shot him a dry look before remembering where you were. “I have to leave. Like right now.”
You didn’t wait for him to reply, too busy searching the ground for your clothes, heat searing under your skin at the haphazard display of them on the floor.
“Hey, wait, hold on,” Fred said, reaching out to you with one arm, holding the pillow with the other. You bit your lip, forcing yourself to focus.
“What?”
“Shouldn’t we…” he voice wavered slightly, a first for Fred. “Shouldn’t we talk about this?”
“This-“ you said, pointing between you and him, your underwear flying around in your grip. “Was a mistake.”
You noticed the way his eyes lingered on your hand and huffed, reaching down the get the rest of your clothes, searching for your dignity whilst you were down there. He probably only wanted a shag and whilst that would be totally fine for someone else, you just couldn’t do that. Not with your history. Not with your feelings.
“But-“
You didn’t give him the chance to speak as you shot up sharply.
“Turn around then!”
His brown eyes turned dry as he tilted his head, a silent sarcastic question on his lips. Your frown deepened and he sighed, turning around dutifully. You rushed to put your clothes from the night before on, struggling to keep your balance, especially when your eyes stalled on his bare bum.
“You better be looking at my arse,” he said, his signature smirk loud in his voice. You couldn’t even try to respond, returning to your dressing with new-found haste.
That had been a week and a half ago and you were still avoiding a proper conversation with him. You’d talk, of course, you worked together, you had to, but it was always just courtesy, small talk, and then that deafening silence Fred hated so much. He missed the easy banter you had and more than anything, he missed you. It all just felt so wrong and he couldn’t help but feel that he’d messed everything up somehow. And so, if you asked him, that’s why he was stood there, hiding behind boxes of sweets stacked neatly on a row of shelves and watching you refill the massive tub of love potions. He felt like a creep, but he hadn’t formed the right sentences or backbone required to talk to you yet. And so, as you emptied the box in your hand and made to fetch another from the backroom, he went to follow you, stopped only by a familiar waistcoat, or rather the man wearing it.
“You alright there, Fred?” George asked, the smile in his voice more than evident as he looked down at his crouching brother.
“Just peachy, cheers, George.”
“So, you’re just stalking Y/N for fun then, yeah?”
Fred glared up at his brother, sighing and standing up under his expectant stare.
“What’s going on with you two?”
“Nothing,” Fred said far too quickly. He cursed his defensiveness and groaned. Instinctively, he knew you wouldn’t have told anyone; you said it was a mistake, he reminded himself, earning a familiar sinking feeling at the memory. And so, he’d avoided mentioning it to anyone either, even George, who was now staring at him with a very suspicious scowl.
“Fine,” Fred huffed, rubbing his face with his hands. “At Ginny’s wedding we uh- we-“
Well, he didn’t really remember, did he? He knew on a base level what must’ve happened, but you’d both been so pissed and-
“You shagged.”
“How the bloody hell do you know that?”
George’s laughter only served to further Fred’s indignance. “You two disappeared at midnight, fawning over each other like lovesick teenagers… it doesn’t take a lot to connect those dots, Freddie.”
Fred’s expression soured. “So, everybody knows, then.”
“Afraid so. Mum’s chuffed, obviously, thinks it means you’ll finally get together. With you pair, it was inevitable, though. Especially with that industrial-strength Romanian firewhiskey Charlie smuggled in.”
Fred groaned at the memory, gripped the shelf in front of him so hard his knuckles turned white.
“It’s ruined everything, George. She doesn’t want anything to do with me.”
George laughed again.
“What’s so bloody funny?”
“You’ve both been mad for each other since fourth year and you think a quick screw is gonna change that? We’ve been placing bets on you for years.”
“You what?”
“You’re so bloody oblivious, the pair of you, honestly.”
“I don’t-“ Fred huffed, immediately dismissing the idea that you would fancy him in any way. There was no chance. “I don’t understand.”
George, helpful as ever, just shook his head, chuckling as Fred rested his forehead on his hands. Neither of them spoke for a moment, but when someone cleared their throat next to him, he sighed.
“George, I’m-“
He stopped short when he saw you, with your arms cross and eyebrows raised. You were clearly unhappy with him. It was hard for him to care though when his words caught in his throat at the sight of you.
“You’re not George.”
“Why are you spying on me?”
“I’m not-“
“Fred.”
“I am Fred, actually.”
Your vaguely threatening expression made him rethink his approach.
“I’m not spying on you,” he insisted, throwing his hands up. “I’m just watching… closely.”
You rolled your eyes. As you looked at him properly for the first time since the incident, a strange feeling stirred in your chest. He was the same Fred he had been before; the same handsome features and the same five-steps-ahead ingenuity behind his eyes, but somehow it was all different. A very bad different. You sighed, turning to go back to your restocking when his hand caught your wrist. You frowned, your eyes trailing from his hand to his face, studying his almost surprised expression.
“It wasn’t a mistake,” he said, his eyes oddly sincere. You swallowed. “I’ve made a lot of mistakes-“
“I’ll say-“
“Can you not just listen to me?”
“Not when you’re acting so strange!”
“I’m acting strange? You’re the one that’s barely said a bloody word to me since we-“
“Fred!”
“Oh, give off,” he huffed, finally letting go of your arm. “George already knows.”
“You told him?”
“The whole family knows! Apparently, love, we aren’t as subtle as we think.”
You groaned, leaning back against the cash register and sliding down it until you hit the floor, rocking your head back against the wood.
“Is it really that bad?” he asked, pausing a moment before sitting next to you, your shoulders almost touching. You rubbed your eyes with your hands, thinking about Ginny’s reaction when she found out. It was a surprise she didn’t hate you already.
“It’s not the same for you, Fred. This is your family, it’s fine for you. But I’m just this girl that’s friends with your sister and probably should’ve been fired ages ago and they probably think I’m a right slag-“
He barked a laugh, his head tipping back and smacking against the register loudly. Had you not have found his consequent pout annoyingly adorable; you probably would’ve been able to keep your frustrated tone without a smile tugging at your lips.
“What is so funny about that?”
“Well, I mean, you don’t need to be worried about that, do you? You’ve always been a slag,” he said, laughing at your offended expression as you smacked his arm, unable to contain your own laughter.
“You’re such a cheeky git.”
“Oh, come on, Y/N, you were never just some girl. You’ve been a part of this family since you were fourteen.”
You didn’t say anything at that, not even when you felt his eyes carefully inspecting your side profile.
“And it wasn’t a mistake for me,” he said, softer this time. “It’s actually been a very long time coming.”
You sighed, drawing your knees up to your chest and biting your lip.
“It wasn’t for me either.”
It wasn’t until his knee hit against yours that you mustered up the courage to look at him, floored slightly by the sheer amount of emotion in his eyes.
“So, what now?” you whispered, raising an eyebrow. It felt foreign to be so vulnerable with Fred, but you found that you didn’t hate it as much as you thought you would.
“Well,” he said, pulling back his sleeve to look at the time. “We’ve got about twenty minutes till we open and an empty cupboard about,” he squinted. “Thirty feet away.”
You wanted to be mad at him; that was always your go-to emotion with Fred, but as you watched him grin with his bright eyes and his tongue between his teeth, all you felt was a familiar fondness for this stupid, obnoxious, annoying man. And even as you stood up and let him pull you to the broom closet, you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad about that either.
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#fred weasley#fred weasley imagine#fred weasley x reader#writing#imagine#Harry Potter imagine#harry potter
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Being younger than Seb and dating him (hc)
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Younger!Reader (18+ ofc)
Requested: Yep! A BLM-donation (as organised by @marvelsswansong ) of $20 was made by @myfandomchangesalot with the request of doing some Sebastian x younger!Reader stuff, the amout donated caused it to be a long headcannon
Warnings: Age gap, probably swearing knowing me
okay but first of all
he would literally like 300000000000% be the softest dude
he’s probs be kinda wary going into the relationship
we all know he can be fairly insecure (though don’t really see why the sweet little angel) and that would probably show during the kinda ‘hatching’ period of the relationship
Maybe you’re in your uni years? Nearing the end of your course? Or just graduated?
And it’s a pretty standard meeting story - probably just like a coffee shop run-in, maybe he gets lost and you offer him directions, just something simple and casual like that
Nothing particularly ‘showbiz’ about it y’know?
Nevertheless y’all become friends - it’s an easy relationship, a lot of casual back-and-forth and just loving spending time together
And with the amount of time you end up spending together, he figures out fairly quickly that he’s got some kind of crush on you - which sounds so weird to admit, seems strangely childish to call it a crush but what else could it be called?
And he quickly becomes aware that you return those feelings to some degree
But those fucking insecurities are what prevent him from making move
He’s certain you can do better - find someone closer to your age, someone who’s not in a different country over half the year, someone with less baggage
You, on the other hand, can’t figure out why he won’t ask you out bc he’s not exactly being subtle about having feelings for you
So after a while you realise that there’s no chance of him making the first move for whatever reason
So you take the initiative to ask him out on a date instead
He rejects you
Though it’s fairly clear that he doesn’t really want to
And he tries to avoid you for a while after that, not wanting to have to admit his reasons behind turning you down despite it going against what everything in him was screaming
You’re nothing if not persistent, however, and keep finding him, imploring him to give you the reason behind his rejection
Finally Sebastian just gets tired of trying to brush you off and just tells you
You fairly quickly disregard Sebastian’s insecurities, doing your best to reassure him as much as you can
Again your persistence pays off and he agrees to go on a date with you
Though he does keep some doubt in his mind over whether or not it would go anywhere, certain that you’ll get bored and decide to find someone younger than him
But anyway, moving on
He’d want to keep your relationship on the down-low for a W H I L E
He knows what Hollywood’s like, he knows how it can affect relationships and he likes you too much to be okay with putting you through that when you’re likely at risk of it tearing you apart
So the relationship remains very much under the radar for at least a few months
He doesn’t even really tell his friends about it - just his close ones and his mum
But naturally you get a bit iffy about how secretive he’s being - worried that he’s ashamed of you and that’s why he doesn’t want anyone to know about the two of you
Queue the first fight
You avoid him for a while after the blow-up, not wanting to hear his excuses and just wanting to be mad and upset with him
He doesn’t let you do that, though, and tries to corner you every chance he gets, overwhelming you with endless apologies and attempting to explain the best he can whenever he sees you
Eventually you stop and listen to him, hear him out
And it hurts to hear him putting himself down so much, to actually hear all of his insecurities laid out for you
It ends with an emotional make-up filled with tears and whispered apologies, both of you promising to be better - him by attempting to be more open with the relationship, telling more people and not hiding it as much, you by swearing to listen to his side and talking it through properly with him before getting too upset
After that he does become more open about it - more people know that the two of you are together, most of his Marvel costars especially just because he spends so much time with them and the paps start to speculate about it more
But the PDA is still minimal because Sebastian is still a very private guy so I think that in any relationship he wouldn’t exactly be a fan of too much PDA
The confirmation of the relationship comes with his next film premier in which he invites you to be his date
And you’re like.... for real???????
And ofc he is
“I want you by my side, I don’t want anyone else there with me”
What a soft boy
And naturally the paps go wild
The fans go wild
People aren’t sure what to think about it
And ofc some people are dicks about it because of the age gap but honestly
Neither of you care all that much
Because you’re together officially in the public eye - there’s no going back from that and more than anything it’s a relief that it’s finally out there y’know
But in terms of what he’s like dating you
It’s a lot of softness
A lot of movie nights
Teasing him about some of his previous *cough* facial hair choices (man look at me making facial hair jokes years after it happened wow)
He makes a lot of teasing jokes about your age
“though you probably don’t remember that - what were you when it happened? A foetus?”
So ofc you would retaliate with jokes of the same calliper
A lot of pet names
including some Romanian ones but that hc always makes me SOFT as FUCK
Going to every premier with him bc we STAN SUPPORTIVE COUPLES
He comes to your work events as well, despite the likely star-struck responses of coworkers for the SAME REASONS
When he’s away filming he sometimes writes you letters
Not to post them but bc when he’s away he often can’t sleep but doesn’t want to wake you up bc timezones are a bitch and so he writes to you instead
He doesn’t tell you about them but you find them accidentally when he gets home and you’re helping him unpack
But yeah basically you’re the softest couple, despite how dick-ish the public sometimes are about the age difference and just support each other no matter what
#sebastian stan#sebastian stan fanfiction#sebastian stan x reader#sebastian stan imagine#sebastian stan x younger!reader#sebastian stan headcannons
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The List (one-shot)
Synopsys: The Reader and Tom have been best friends for years. When she finally gets time off of Uni and comes to visit him and Harrison on the set of Spider-Man: Far From Home, she becomes great friends with all of his co-stars, much to his delight. But when he overhears a conversation between the Reader and them, he can’t help the jealousy that fills his heart. And maybe that was the final push needed for his crush on her to be revealed.
Pairing: Tom Holland x f!Reader
Genre: angst, fluff, SMUT
Warnings: SMUT (thigh riding, m going down on f, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, y’all), overstimulation), swearing, and the usual stuff you’ve come to expect from me
Word count: 5636
“Okay, okay,” Y/N laughed before resting her head against the couch as the group waited for her answer. “Let me think…. Okay… In no particular order – Catherine Zeta-Jones… I mean I’d let that woman do anything she wanted to me. And when I say anything, I mean anything… Zac Efron, ‘cause that look in Hairspray did things to me.”
To that Zendaya snorted. “Dude, I can introduce you two.”
“And you’ll say what – hey this stranger like millions of others wants to fuck you ‘cause you’re on her list? If you’re down, of course.”
Cackling at Y/N’s answer ‘cause it was true, Z motioned for her to continue. “Michelle Pfeiffer, because Queen.”
Z, Harrison, Jacob and Angourie all nodded in unison.
Jacob pressed on. “Two more.”
“Okay,” Y/N chewed on her lip for a moment before settling on the last two people. “Ben Hardy ‘cause Bohemian Rhapsody was a look,” she emphasised the last word, and Anguorie groaned in agreement.
“And Sebastian Stan,” Y/N finished.
Z’s eyebrow raised. “Really?”
“Okay, listen, have you seen his thighs? Like… I’d ride them into the sunset if allowed. And he seems like such a sweetheart, and he cares so much about his fans, it’s the most endearing thing ever,” Y/N gushed because to be fair, she had been a fan of his since Once Upon A Time, and his version of the Mad Hatter had struck a chord. So, the fact that Tom worked with him, and they had a banter-like relationship made her heart beat faster.
Just like with her friend, she was incredibly proud of him because Y/N knew how it felt to be an outcast, and having heard his struggles of integrating into a complexly new society at the horrible age of twelve made her feel for Sebastian. Teenagers were shitty people. Besides, the fact that there was a possibility she could meet him through Tom, also didn’t help with the slight obsession she had with the Romanian and his thighs.
As the conversation started to dissipate, everyone chiming in on who’s on their list, Tom who’d been standing right outside the door of the trailer finally came in; his hair a completely dishevelled mess, and face a mask of calm with a small smile playing on his lips to mask the jealousy.
“And what is everyone talking about?” Tom asked entering Zendaya’s trailer and flopping down next to Y/N, putting an arm behind the couch. On an instinctual level, she leaned against his side making his heart flutter before all the butterflies were squashed when Zendaya elaborated.
“Her list,” Z said with a smirk pointing at the girl next to him before sipping on her drink despite it having gone stale.
“Oh really?” Tom’s unruly eyebrow quirked up. “Do tell.”
“Catherine Zeta-Jones, Zac Efron, Michelle Pfeffer, Ben Hardy and Sebastian Stan,” Y/N listed off the names while rotating her head from one side to the other and gave him a pointed look of ‘was that good enough? Happy?’
“Ouch, Y/N,” Tom put a hand over his heart in mock hurt, though there was some real pain mixed in there as well. “And no me?”
The girl snorted and rolled her eyes. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I know you have hordes of adoring fans that would love to get into your pants,” she patted his leg, “which means you are famous, but to me… you’re just Tom. The same guy I’ve known since being six, and the same guy I had to rescue from a spider two weeks ago… and I have a phobia from them.”
“It was huge!”
“First off, that’s what she said. And second – you call me for help?!” she exclaimed through a laugh. “Do I need to remind you of the zoo incident?”
Angourie’s eyes sparkled at that. “Wait, what’s the ‘zoo incident’?”
“We went to the London zoo a couple of years ago, and in the tropical house one of the big hairy spiders had somehow gotten loose, and Y/N found herself with it on her shoulder,” it was hard for Tom to keep the laughter away at first, seeing as everyone was howling, but remembering the state his friend went into, all happiness evaporated.
“I had a panic attack,” Y/N expanded, shrugging as if it hadn’t been truly terrifying. She didn’t mind the others laughing about the event. Looking back on it, as much as it made her shiver, she knew there was no harm in their reaction, but Y/N would be lying if she said Tom and Harrison not laughing didn’t comfort her a bit. They knew her struggles, so it was nice of them to keep it to polite smiles. “Like to the point they had to call an ambulance because I wouldn’t stop screaming and hyperventilating,” she chuckled, but to elevate Tom’s mood ‘cause he had been so distraught that day, she nudged his shoulder.
“Why do you think Spider-Man’s my least favourite superhero?” Y/N teased looking at Tom and waiting for his usually snarky response, but instead, this time all she got was a roll of his eyes as he diverted his attention to Harrison and bit down on his lip.
Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed at that. Obviously, she didn’t mean it, and Tom knew it. Just because she didn’t have an affinity to the eight-legged spawns of Satan, didn’t mean she hated Spider-Man, let alone Tom as the character. She couldn’t be prouder of him if she tried.
“Tommy, you okay?” Y/N leaned in closer so that only he could hear her. “You know I didn’t mean it, right?”
There was such concern and care in her gorgeous Y/E/C orbs that he had no choice but to melt and push down the jealousy. “Yeah, darlin’. I know.”
He pecked her forehead and gave his full attention to the rest of the group. But deep down a coil of jealousy started to unfurl.
***
The next day Tom walked into the gym in a sour mood, so much so both Anthony and Sebastian stopped to look, as the boy walked over to the treadmill with slumped shoulders. So completely opposite of how he usually greeted the two with a cheery smile and handshake.
Of course, all the teasing they did was in good fun, no one took it to the heart, but after Y/N had so freely talked about wanting to ride Sebastian’s thighs into the next year, all those things they'd staid kinda stung. Especially because he hadn’t been on the list, and she kept referring to him as her friend.
“What’s gotten the baby in such a bitter mood?” Mackie teased as he added more weights to Sebastian’s bar. “Girl trouble?”
“Actually yeah,” Tom confessed putting the water bottle in the holder, and then he groaned. “Massive girl trouble.”
He heard his two fellow actors sigh. A loud ‘clank’ echoed through the room, and then they were next to him.
“Spill,” Sebastian nudged his chin in Tom’s direction, making him huff and cross his arms.
“Well, she came to visit me while we shoot the movie,” he started leaning against the side of the treadmill, “and she’s getting along incredibly well with everyone which I’m totally happy about, but then last night, Haz, Daya, Jacob, Angourie and Y/N-“
“She the girl?” Mackie needed clarification. Tom nodded and then continued. “They were hanging in Daya’s trailer waiting for me to finish up, and as I was walking over to them, I heard them talking about her… list...”
“Five celebs she’d do if given the chance?”
“Yeah,” Tom confirmed, and Mackie nodded like it was the most understandable thing. “And the thing is… well, I’m not on the list… but Sebastian is.”
A teasing smirk pulled on the brunet’s mouth. “I am?”
“Yes, and I’m not going to go into detail, ‘cause I don’t need those flashbacks,” the Brit immediately said before either man could open their mouths and start pressing for the nitty gritty info. “But when I asked why no me, she said ‘cause I’m ‘just Tom’.”
Anthony shrugged, the water in his bottle sloshing around. “And what’s so bad with that?”
“I’ve been flirting with her for the past three years. We’ve even kissed! And we both were sober when we did it!” Tom groaned throwing his head back in frustration. “I just don’t understand it...”
Anthony had a sympathetic look on his face, because again – all the teasing came from a place of love and respect, but there was nothing fun in seeing Tom so helpless and beaten down. “Have you considered that she just might not see you that way?”
“Like a celebrity? Yeah, no she said she doesn’t care about this whole Marvel shit and all, that I’m just Tom to her, but…” he huffed, “that’s what’s bothering me. I’m ‘just Tom’ and I don’t wanna be ‘just Tom’. I wanna be more.”
“Or,” Sebastian raised his eyebrows at Anthony in a way that said ‘don’t completely crush the kid’, “she could be completely oblivious to what you're doing. Listen,” he straightened out and wiped away a trail of sweat from his forehead, “I was once trying to flirt with a girl, a friend of mine, much like Y/N is yours, and I thought I was being very obvious. Which I was, but the problem wasn’t with the hints, it was that she was totally clueless. It took me actually saying to her face ‘hey, I really like you, and I wanna take you out for dinner, and maybe have a relationship with you’ before she caught on.”
Tom bit at the inside of his cheek before looking up at the two men. “Do you really think that could be it? That she’s just not picking up on the hints?”
“I dunno, man,” Sebastian shrugged, and Mackie had the same unknowing look on his face. “What do you have to lose though?” With that said, the two retreated to resume their workout but kept a close eye on the boy.
“Her,” Tom whispered under his breath as he thought over the advice and got prepared to run. “I have everything to lose.”
***
It was almost two weeks after the conversation about the list, and Y/N’s time in Austin was running out before she had to get back to London and Uni. Which meant Tom’s time to confess was running out as well. Who knows who she could meet while back in England, and while he was stuck filming?
Once again, they were all hanging out, now with the addition of Tony, which didn’t help Tom’s mood despite everyone relaxing. Y/N’s list had been brought up again, and although the two were gushing over Catherine Zeta-Jones and how Michael Douglas should watch out, all Tom could think of was how she had practically drooled over Sebastian and his thighs.
“We should all go out clubbing!” Z suddenly exclaimed jumping up from the couch and grabbing her purse, bringing Tom out of his wallowing.
“And that’s my cue to leave,” was Y/N’s response to the invitation.
A plethora of ‘no’ and ‘boo, you bore’ and ‘what!’ rung through the room, but she just shook her head with an affectionate smile. “Clubs are not my scene, like whatsoever. Just ask Tom and Haz how many times they’ve tried and failed to get me out on a Friday night.”
Everyone’s expecting eyes befell on the boys. Harrison was the one to respond. “All of them.”
Y/N just raised her shoulders. “I’m a bore, what can I say.”
While a few of their gang still tried to coerce her to join, she was steadfast on going back to the hotel and getting some sleep. As she stood up from where she had been nestled in Tom’s side, her hips and spine popped making her release a satisfied groan, but that also drew Tom’s attention, specifically to how her bright yellow sundress rode up her body a bit. It took everything in him not to moan at how soft the back of her thighs looked, but ever the good friend, he stood up as well and told her he’d drive her to the hotel.
“Come on,” Y/N sighed giving him a smile, “I can just call a taxi. I don’t wanna keep you from all the fun, just because I’m a buzzkill.”
Tom just shook his head, dead set on getting her there. “I invited you all the way out here. What kind of a best friend would I be if I let you just leave on your own?”
“A normal one that doesn’t want to miss out on all of the fun with his other friends?”
“Or a normal one that wants to make sure his friend gets back to her hotel safely?”
Y/N chuckled as the two of them made their way downstairs and to his car. “And a taxi wouldn’t do that?”
“Nope,” Tom smirked and skipped ahead opening the door for her. But that’s where the light-heartedness ended. The second he was in the car and the ignition was on, a tense atmosphere rolled over them.
He wouldn’t speak to her, instead just kept pursing and biting his lips while Y/N kept glancing at her friend, but he wouldn’t even spare a second.
She had talked to Harrison about Tom acting a bit off the past couple of weeks, and although the two were best friends as well, she was definitely closer with the brunet than the blond.
“I dunno,” Harrison had shrugged. “He’s acting off, I won’t deny that, but he hasn’t said that anything’s bothering him.”
Y/N rolled her eyes. “Of course, something's bothering him.”
“But what can we do unless he talks about it?” Harrison shrugged.
And he was right. If Tom wouldn’t say what was wrong or why he was pushing the two of them away, she didn’t know how to help. So, when he stopped in the car park of her hotel, the two moving up to her room with that awkward silence still between them like a wall, she had had enough.
“Are you okay?” Y/N asked biting her lip and crossing her arms after she dropped her purse onto the sofa. Tom had gotten her the VIP suite much to her chagrin, but even being as exhausted and upset as she was now, the bed seemed lumpy and uninviting. “You’ve been pulling away, and I don’t know what I did wrong, but I need you to tell me so I can fix it.”
“Nothing’s wrong,” he mumbled brushing a hand through his hair. “I dunno what you’re on about.”
Frustration was boiling in her veins. “No there is something wrong. You’ve been off since that night in Z’s trailer.” And then it dawned on her. “Tom, you know it was a joke, right? About hating Spider-Man.” Y/N was terrified he had actually taken the comment to the heart. As she was about to reach out for him, wrap the boy in her embrace he took a step back.
“You think it’s about that?” his eyebrows shot up so high in his forehead they almost disappeared in his hairline. “Un-fucking-believable.”
Y/N scoffed. “I’m not a fucking mind reader. So, unless you tell me what’s wrong, I can’t help.”
“You know what,” Tom closed his eyes and raised his hands in dismissal, “forget about it. Doesn’t fucking matter.”
“Of course, it does! We are best fucking friends!” she exclaimed unable to comprehend why Tom was pushing her away. “And I care for you! We tell everything to each other, so fucking talk to me!”
“I don’t wanna be your best friend anymore! I’m fucking in love with you!”
A small, soft ‘you what now?’ fluttered through the air as Y/N stood in front of him with her mouth agape.
“I’m in love with you!” Tom cried. “I’ve been in love with you for five years now! And for the past three years, I’ve been flirting with you, but I can’t take it anymore. I can’t do this! Why can’t you see it?! Why can’t you ever see me?!”
With every spoken word, Y/N was moving closer and closer calling out his name, but he wouldn’t stop. Years of pent up emotions were finally flowing freely, and you can’t stop a river from rushing to the sea.
“I’m always there for you! I’ve always been there! When it’s a broken heart, a broken arm or just a shitty day, it’s always been me that makes you feel better! And yet you’ve never been able to fucking see me!” his hands went up to pull at the messy curls, eyes shut as tears rolled down in an endless stream. “And I can’t take it anymore! I need you to know, I just-“ his chest rattled as he pulled in a breath, completely unaware that Y/N was right in front of him. “I can’t keep living with this pressing down on me, when I know we could be happy together, when I know I can love you like no one e-“
“Tom!” she yelled right into his face. As he slowly lifted his gaze, two tears streaming down his high cheekbones she wiped them away with the tenderest of touches. “Stop talking and just kiss me,” the plea was barely audible, but he heard it. He would’ve heard it over the howling of a tornado or the crashing of waves. It was a plea he never thought would ever be uttered, but there was no way in hell he’d ignore it.
For a moment he was stunned, brain processing the fact Y/N had actually said that he should kiss her, but then she moved forward more, Tom’s hands wrapping around her waist on instinct.
“Kiss me,” her lips brushed right against his, and that’s when his mind cleared from the fog, and his mouth was on Y/N’s.
It was messy, a clash of tongues and teeth as years of hidden love spilt over the surface and into the heart of the other, filling them to the brim like wine filled a cup. They were grasping at one another in a desperate manner, trying to touch everywhere at once.
Stumbling back, Tom flopped down on the edge of the bed, bringing Y/N to straddle him.
“I wanna ride your thigh,” she moaned as he nibbled on her neck leaving purple marks in his wake.
“Really?” the question was muffled from where his mouth was attached to her skin. “You sure it isn’t Sebastian’s thigh you wanna ride into the sunset?”
His sass wasn’t something she wanted to deal with, especially as the ache between her legs became more and more and more unbearable, so she bit out, “keep talking like that, and it will be.”
The rough grasp around Y/N’s hips as he flipped her leg over his and ground his knee upwards towards her crotch was enough of an answer as to what he thought of the statement. “Not a chance, darlin'. Not a fucking chance.”
“I’m just saying,” Y/N moaned out as Tom’s hands rolled her hips forward and backwards on his thigh, “you just spilt out your heart to me, and then come after with the sass?”
He groaned as her teeth latched onto his shoulder before her tongue soothed the bite. “You deserve it for not realising what’s in front of your eyes.”
Tom could feel the wet patch of where Y/N’s arousal had soaked through her panties and onto his jeans, and that just made him flex the muscle more, making her moan his name into his ear.
“Feel good, love?”
All Y/N could do was sigh in pleasure. Slowly, gently as she was still grinding against his thigh inching closer and closer to the inevitable release, Tom took his hands away from her hips and placed them at her back to unzip the dress.
It pooled around her sides like a pond of sunshine, and when he lifted his gaze up, his knee jerked quite literally, giving Y/N that final push that made her tumble over. As she rode out the waves of her first orgasm, Tom’s mouth watered at the sight before him – her completely naked chest.
In complete awe, his palms trailed up Y/N’s waist sending another shiver down her spine, as they skimmed across her ribs, under her breasts before cupping them and rolling her nipples between his fingers.
He was so enamoured with bringing Y/N to the edge, that he didn’t even notice how much he needed to cum himself until she palmed him through the black jeans while his mouth had been covering her collarbones with hickies.
“Shit,” Tom hissed as Y/N unbuckled the belt and opened the zipper and the button alleviating some of the tension. Lightly she raked her fingers down his stomach, over his abs and left red marks on the skin of his hips before dipping below the waistband of Tom’s boxers to grab at his length.
Another hiss made its way into the air as Y/N scraped the nail of her thumb against his tip smearing the precum down his cock. Tom attached his mouth to her neck sucking against her sweet spot as she slowly worked her hand over him, just enjoying the moment.
It felt surreal for both of them. Not for a second did either think they’d end up in a position like that – with Y/N moaning Tom’s name as his lips travelled down her collarbones and to her breasts and with Tom doing everything possible as to not cum in his pants because her hand was pure magic.
“You keep going like that,” he whispered and bit at the underside of Y/N’s boob as his fingers gave a harsh tug on her nipples, “and it’ll all be over right now.”
She moaned at the sting of where he’d bitten her but was now licking the pain away. “And we don’t want that do we?” her voice was hoarse already. Tom couldn’t wait for what was about to become of her.
Pushing away from him, Y/N stood on the floor and let the dress drop, leaving her in white cotton panties. They were definitely not sexy or even remotely attractive. In fact, they were the most basic ones she had because she totally did not think that’s how her night would go, but Tom didn’t seem to care one bit.
His chocolate eyes, already dark from the lust, became like a void looking at Y/N. A black lace thong or waist-high period ones with stains – he didn’t care. His shirt practically flew off of him as he stood up and smashed his lips against hers, needing to have that constant contact, and while his hands roamed and dipped all around her body, fingers brushing against her clit through the fabric, Y/N got rid of Tom’s jeans. She was just about to push against his chest to make him drop on the bed and take off his boxers when he slid down onto his knees in front of her and placed open-mouthed kisses to the inside of her thighs.
“Shit, Tommy…”
Her hands wove into the brown locks and pushed them away from his face so she could see his eyes that never left her face.
“Let me make you feel good,” he mouthed the words against the inside of her thigh inching his way closer to where Y/N needed him the most.
“Let.”
Closer.
“Me.”
Another inch.
“Make.”
One more.
“You.”
Almost.
“See.”
Right there.
“The stars.”
And he placed his lips right on her clothed clit. By that point, Y/N would’ve been a sobbing mess from the neglect if not for the need to keep her body upwards as to not crush Tom.
“Please,” she whimpered brushing his hair away from his forehead, and that one little word was enough for him to roll down her underwear, mouth still latched onto the supple skin of her thighs. It was enough to grab her by the waist and pull her down to sit on his lap as he quickly discarded his own offensive piece of clothing. It was enough to make his member violently twitch against his stomach at the thought of her dripping cunt wrapped around him.
Gently Y/N rocked back and forth to coat him in her slick, mouths entwined in a dance when his eyes sprung open.
“Wait, wait, wait, condom,” Tom took his lips away from Y/N’s, but she was quick to bring him back by saying "it’s okay. I’m on the pill and clean.”
“Are you – are you sure?” there was such worry in his gaze, her heart skipped a beat. “Because we can wait, we don’t have to do anythi-“
Her lips interrupted his ramblings once again. “Make love to me, Tom.”
“Okay.”
Internally he scolded himself because ‘okay? Seriously? That’s the best you can come up with?’ though the gentle smile on Y/N’s face calmed his thundering heart, and as he muttered out an “I’m also clean”, and she replied with an “I trust you” while climbing in his lap, he swore his heart was on the verge of giving out.
The sigh both of them let out was filled with pure relief. Relief that the ache was about to be quenched, relief that they were together in this, relief that they both felt the same way. Relief that it was all out on the table and there was no turning back.
One of Tom’s hands rushed up to his curls and fisted them, eyes squeezed shut as he strained to stay composed, to give Y/N time to adjust to the intrusion. “Fuck,” he whispered as she leaned down and rested her forehead against his peck, trying to accommodate to the size. “You good there, darlin'?”
“Give me a moment, just a bit more,” Y/N’s breath was shaky as she whimpered.
“As much as you need… we don’t have anywhere to rush to,” and that brought a small smile on his lips. They had all the time in the world.
Another minute passed before Y/N rolled her hips a bit, startling Tom with the sudden movement and eliciting a whimper from his throat. All of it was unhurried and soft, the movements deliberately slowed down so the two could feel the other.
She moaned at how full she felt; all of the ridges and veins of Tom perfectly fitting inside of her and not just that. As he intertwined their hands together bringing their lips in for a kiss, all of the pieces just fit.
Every time they would hang out and hold hands, Y/N would marvel at how natural and good it felt. How easily her heartbeat synched up to his during their Friday movie nights when her head rested on his chest. And that one time when they’d kissed at a bar, his lips had moulded to hers perfectly. They were perfect for one another, and Y/N wanted to scream at how oblivious she’d been.
As much as he wanted to close his eyes and just allow himself to feel everything, Tom couldn’t. His mind screamed to not even blink, to not miss a second of what was happening, to take in the full spectrum of the gorgeous sight on top of him. But he was just human, and sometimes pleasure could be overwhelming.
The way Y/N clasped and fluttered around him, her soft breaths echoing all throughout the room like a symphony made Tom squeeze his eyes shut and rest his head against her chest. Her fingers carded through his hair, pulling at the strands as if to get him closer than he already way.
Tom’s hands had most definitely left imprints on Y/N’s hips, and they became harsher as he felt himself near his peak with every single thrust. But she wasn’t there yet. And he wasn’t about to finish without her tumbling over first.
Detaching his lips from the valley of her breasts, Tom licked the pad of one of his thumbs and sneaked it between their moving bodies, pressing it ruthlessly against her clit. Y/N choked on a breath at his touch because it was the thing, she needed to release all over his cock.
The incredible tightness Tom felt made a groan rumble through his chest, and with two more thrusts, he spilt all of himself inside her.
They were trembling as they helped one another to ride out the waves of pleasure, and once Y/N came down from her peak, she slumped over in his hold, a soothing hand running up her shivering back.
Gently, Tom helped her roll to the bed and off of him, not once detaching his mouth from her neck, words of praise and love being whispered in her ear. He was just about to stand up from the bed and go to the bathroom to grab a damp washcloth and clean them up when his eyes trailed to her core and fixed on how his seed dripped out of her.
“Fuck, you look so good like this,” Tom moaned leaning back down, a finger slipping over her folds and mixing up the white and clear liquids. “But I bet you taste even better.”
And then he dove in. Despite Y/N’s core spazzing around nothing from the overstimulation, he didn’t let her shimmy away. Instead, his biceps flexed, and his hold became as strong as iron, as he pulled her harder against his mouth and kept on his assault.
Expertly his lips wrapped around her clit creating an airtight seal as he sucked on it, sending Y/N spiralling. Her back arched up from the bed, both hands grabbing at the pillow behind her head for some sort of support because there was nothing left to tether her to the real world.
Her mouth opened in a silent scream, Y/E/C eyes that had been locked onto Tom during the whole ordeal rolled to the back of her head as she cummed for the third time that night.
As the euphoria rippled through her veins, Y/N was finally able to find her voice and the most guttural scream of Tom’s names split the night air into two, a hand fisting in his hair to keep him there between her legs.
Tom’s whole jaw was a mess as he crawled up Y/N’s body leaving sloppy kisses all over before he could plant a passionate kiss on her lips. She was still floating, still somewhere in space, but had enough consciousness to grant his tongue access and wrap her hands around his neck, as the taste of him and herself invaded her mouth.
“Been wanting to do that for a while,” he muttered letting his lips kiss her chin and cheeks while his palms soothingly rubbed her quaking thighs.
“Well, you're welcome to any time,” Y/N chuckled, mind still completely dazed. She let herself relax for a moment, and in the meantime, Tom laid down beside her. With both of them still completely naked, he brought her in his embrace and burrowed his nose in her hair, just to stay in the blissful moment.
“Tom?” Y/N hummed turning her head to the side. “Can you let me go for a sec? I need to pee; don’t want a UTI.”
Reluctantly he pulled his arms away from her torso, but not before giving her boob a playful squeeze making her swat his hand away. Y/N stood from the bed and immediately collapsed onto the floor.
He was jumping to the rescue instantly. “Shit, are you alright?”
But Y/N was full on laughing, hands clutching her stomach and legs curling up to her chest, tears streaming down her face. “O-oh my god! I’ve never been unable to fucking walk after sex!��
An adorable cherry blush rose and spread over Tom’s chest and cheeks at the remark. Knowing he was the cause of her happiness and also her inability to walk after their escapades, made his heart stutter, and he had to mask his exhilaration and shyness with a chuckle.
“Can you help me get up?” she extended both hands out to Tom. “I still need to pee.”
He climbed out the bed and grabbed Y/N’s palms that fit so flawlessly in his and gently pulled her up.
“You good?” he watched her take two steps while still holding onto her. But she seemed to have regained some control over her limbs so with a small “yeah, thank you,” and a peck on his lips, she went into the bathroom.
After doing her deed and having thrown a damp towel to Tom, Y/N scrambled back into the once lumpy looking bed that was now like a cloud, mostly because of who her pillow was.
“So,” he smirked looking down at her, trailing a finger over her bicep, “am I on the list now?”
“Nope,” Y/N popped the ‘p’ and cuddled up closer to Tom. “Still don’t consider you a celebrity. Besides… those people are on there for a theoretical ‘what if they were down for it and I had the chance’ scenario… hopefully, this wasn’t a one-time thing, and you’ll be down for the rest of our lives.”
Tom snorted, a lightness filling his chest. “Darling, now that I’ve finally made you understand that I’m in love with you, I intend on making sure you remember that.”
Y/N couldn’t help the quirk of her lips, and she pecked his chest. “So,” she breathed out, “who’s on your list?”
“You,” Tom answered in full seriousness. “Just you. Have been since well… since like five years ago when I fell in love with you.”
Y/N slapped his shoulder and shook her head as she laughed. “I’m calling bullshit on that one.” But he just shrugged.
“Games or not,” his lips skimmed over hers, “‘what ifs’ or not. The only one I need or want is you.”
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A/N: sooo, I’ve been working on another Endgame fix-it-fic and it’s around 8k words rn... and it’s barely halfway done :) I feel like I’m going to combust. Sorry for the absence, it’s just a lot to write as was this one, but I hope you liked this :D
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Feel free to ignore anything i post today. I’m having a tough one and writing things down helps me organise my thoughts, make sense of them and stops me from over thinking too much.
My previous post was not aimed at anyone doing their best to support the BLM movement. It was aimed at people who are using it and taking advantage to push their own agenda which I think is wrong. Also, I was in protective little sister mode.
That said the BLM movement has got me thinking about so many things.
My grandma for one. We lost her three years ago and it was her death that really knocked my mental health but as much as I loved her I remember how casually racist and homophobic she could be. It wasn't because she was a bad person and was being mean. It was because she had been raised that way and hadn't been educated as so many people should have been, myself included. She was also a devout Catholic which didn’t help. My auntie and uncle adopted one of their foster children 10 years ago, he’s mixed race and when they were in the process of adopting him his dad, who’s black, came over to England to visit him and meet the family. As we have a bigger house we invited them all round for lunch, including my grandma. Reggie’s dad is from the Caribbean and had spoken English fluently his whole life but my grandma just assumed that because he was ‘foreign’ that he had learnt English later on and didn't think anything of telling him that his English was very good. In terms of being homophobic we managed to bring her round to modern thinking to a point but she still said that although she didn't mind the characters in her soaps being gay she didn’t want to see them kissing. She also did that thing people do when she was talking about people of other races or sexuality where she had to say it kind of under her breath and now I’m thinking if people have to say things under their breath then shouldn't it be obvious that what they’re saying is wrong?
Another subject that’s been on my mind is a girl I knew in high school. She started as a friend of a friend then we were best friends for a while but by the last time I saw her I was terrified of her. She could be very cruel when crossed and now I see she was also bitter and troubled although I will never know exactly why. She was Black and has been adopted by a white family as a child and now I’m wondering what experiences she’d had before she was adopted and the experiences she had with her adopted family as now that I think about it she had some very clear negative feeling about being Black within a white family. I met her brother by accident as she had been very reluctant to introduce us and simply said to me ‘he’s not like me’. She also told people that her biological parents were African but her adoptive mother said her parents were Romanian so I wonder if her adopted family ever talked to her about her heritage and how much did she know, how much did she want to know and did she feel that she could ask them and talk to them about it? Did she have to create some form of familial history for herself because she didn't know the truth and just wanted to know who she was?
Finally, a man that was on my course at Uni. He has spent the last three years driving me up the wall and pissing me off. He’s chauvinistic, lazy, racist, judgemental, narrow minded and everything that had ever gone wrong in his life was always someone else’s fault. He’d always use phrases like ‘I’m not being racist but...’, or ‘this might sound racist but...’. No but. He was a dick and I’m happy to be rid of him. No matter how much the rest of us tried to talk to him he wouldn't hear of it. If his children didn't get a job with an agency it was because the polish people are coming in and taking all the English jobs. Bullshit. It was because his kids were lazy and wouldn't walk to work, wouldn't work unless they could be together and he wouldn't let them learn to drive because they were still babies (they are all but one of them over 18). Now they are learning to be biased against international workers because their father uses it as an excuse.
I’ve talked to family about this and one of my friends. That was a hard conversation as she not entirely a Trump supporter but she’s too sympathetic to him for my liking and tries to explain his actions. I’m sure if I talked to more people they would realise that they’ve seen people in their own lives being casually or unconsciously racist or being the victims of it and either not thought/realised at the time or just not said anything.
I honestly think that if we want to affect real and long term change then we need to start with reforming the education system. Not just use history lessons to teach all the thing that make your country look good but teach them all the shitty things that happened too. Teach them the atrocities that were committed to further empires. Children are the future and the world wont change if they’re being taught the ‘nice’ parts of history or if major events are being glossed over.
Sorry. I’ll go away now. It’s just I have no one I can really talk to at the moment and I think talking is needed.
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12, 30, and 40 for the ask?
12. Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now?
Well, if that isn’t a hell of a question to start with!
Going from a mix of fictional and real people, I’d love to hug, in no particular order:
My childhood best friend, who’s currently doing a film degree, wrote a script for a coming of age vampire short film, and has a literal, honest-to-god real-life himbo as one of her uni friends (I also credit her with REALLY getting me into the mystery-adventure genre via the first 39 Clues series when we were six-seven.)
Kris Deltarune (because goddamn i just finished chapter 2’s normal route and beat spamton neo and honey i’m so sorry you don’t deserve any of this)
Literally one of my friends I met up with and hugged today (who is a short old but very vibrant and lovely Greek lady and god I love her to bits like she’s an actual auntie to me at this point i swear)
The short soft goth lesbian who I’ve befriended because of our literacy with the internet, fashion ideas and niche interests (and also her parents and my mom are all Romanian and/or Romanian-speaking dentist friends)
The future Radiologist who I’ve become friends with over sewing, Bernadette Banner’s existence, flipping the bird to fast fashion and doing in-person literary academic discussions about fanfictions we’ve read and Star Wars. Like, we literally did the Star Wars talk during my mom’s birthday party a little over a week ago while the both of us were slightly buzzed. (Fun fact, we also met initially bc her mom is also a Romanian Dentist friend of my mom and yes she’s met the tiny soft goth lesbian and I hope to god summer plans of meeting up and vibing together like a peculiar summer powerpuff girls trio happens)
One of my strongest online best friends I’ve been friends with since 2017. We’ve been through thick and thin together despite never meeting IRL with some really honest and private conversations either on call or chat, and I’ve only recently had to slow down penpaling him because the USPS currently hates Australia. (Maybe UPS can help us out here… Funny enough, he works for it.) Sometimes there’s not much talking for months save for a meme or so, and we can still bounce back into it like nothing’s happened.
Others away from the five I’ve mentioned include: Patch of Patches’ Pals, so many incarnations of Eddbots from 2019 onwards, Winnie the Pooh, Blue of Blue’s Clues and a bunch of uni mates.
30. What are you looking forward to in the near future?
Finishing this trimester, taking a break for a few weeks, hopefully getting to do something big for Eddtober (no spoilers here!), then going hardcore into my final uni elective for trimester 3.
40. Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy?
Having lived basically a bike ride away from the beach for most of my life, it honestly diminished the romanticisation of it. It’s nice, but I think I have reasons as to why I’m so petty and stubborn about not going a lot of the time. That being said, the beach is okay, but I wonder what my experience of it would be like if I went with other people rather than just my family members.
And honestly? The more sun the better. I’d lather up in some sunscreen and have a sun umbrella or a tent to be under rather than have a cloudy day and most likely have a greater chance of freezing in the water.
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since no one asked nor cares: tag yourself as my group of junkie friends edition
the stoner
smokes 5 joints per day and is never sober
lowkey closeted bi
rich bitch who will dress badly but expensive
bros before hoes
rarely opens about his own emotions
speaks in apulian dialect too often
vegetable guy
everyone calls him by his surname
looks like his personality is the same a plant has
once he sold his best friend for an half smoked spliff but now he would rather die than do it again
speaks in meme but not everyone gets him
would sell his family for a video game
one of the only two who are not from the province nor half southern
no one understands how he got a gf - but he became the sweetest person on the planet when it happened
the calm one
politics expert and wants to be an history major at uni
the living joke of the group but involuntary (and most of the jokes are about his famous dad or him being half calabrian)
has a twin who is literally his opposites
animated series fan
half of us tries to hook him up with the mom friend, the other one thinks he’s ace
when he gets mad -and it happens only if you touch specific buttons- he will kill
the beauty
the beautiful one
really insicure
dresses very well
bi queen
tiktok addicted
the one who drinks the most even if she doesn’t has an high tolerance
the mom friend
the calm one -for real
the sweetest person on earth
at parties she helps anyone like a mom friend even if she’s drunk herself
when drunk she’s even more sweet?? i swear this girl is so kind-hearted
we don’t talk often but i would die for her
the baby
the youngest
the one who does best in school
panics very often but if you’re in panic she’ll be there for you
likes reading
sweetheart
listens to the best music
the me
lesbian. very lesbian.
the girl of the boys group
high on benzodiazepines 24/7
from the province
full of anxiety and empathy
the one who does worst in school
the intellectual
the always sober friend
looks like he’s from a community center
is from the province
never wastes money
dropped the group when he got a gf and prob would do that again
thinks he’s an intellectual because he reads very much
the “bi vibes but not bi” girl
kinda the indie art girl
unironically likes convenience food
her art is stunning
likes video games
rarely opens up about her feelings but when she’s drunk you’ll be her therapist
plays ukulele
one of the only two who are not from the province nor half souther
the romanian
SO ROMANO DE OSTIA but is partially sardinian and half belgian
never hangs out -people wonder what he does in his free time
very funny to have around
looks an idiot but if you have a serious convo with him you realize he’s very smart
plays soccer
speaks fluid 3 languages but not a word in English
does the worst in school but somehow still survives
#tag yourself#random#this looked funny so i decided to post this#hope no one finds about this blog lmao#i hang out with them cause almost everyone here smokes#tw drug mention#irlfriarielli
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11 questions
I was tagged by one of my biggest tumblr crushes @lena221b <3
The rules are:
✰ post the rules
✰ answer the questions given to you by the tagger
✰ write eleven questions of your own
✰ tag eleven people
Questions:
1. You are filming a polyamorous romcom. Who do you cast?
Ohh this is so hard and I’ll probably change my mind in 5min but can I get Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan and Natalie Dormer?
2. Do you like museums? What kind of museums?
I do! I like all kinds, but mostly ones focused on design, be it interior, fashion, packaging, or any kind of product design. I’m so fascinated by things people can come up with that combines functionality and beauty.
3. What was the weirdest thing you’ve ever cooked?
hmm.. I don’t think I stray too much from ‘normal’ recipes. Though I did bake an apple pie cheesecake recently. I got it from the buzzfeed tasty app. It’s basically a cheesecake with an apple pie topping and crust, it turned out amazing!
4. You know I’m a language enthusiast, so I’m super interested in any kind of language related facts. Just say anything about you and languages, the languages you speak/are learning/want to learn, the language you speak at work/uni vs. at home, a favourite word in a foreign language, anything really.
At one point I could hold a conversation in a total of seven languages. Sadly I didn’t keep up with practicing most of them and I’m down to speaking 3 and barely understanding another two. (I’m fluent in Romanian, German and English, barely understand Italian and Spanish, and I’ve forgotten all of my French and Japanese T_T). The word ‘prost’ means ‘cheers’ in German, and ‘stupid’ in Romanian ^_^
5. Do you remember this soft boys doing soft things post inspired by the Boysvideo? Examples include: Diego Luna opening a bottle of sparkling rosé, Stanley Tucci making a pie crust, Andrew Garfield bathing a puppy, etc. Now it’s your turn to play :) Who is doing what?
Chris Evans knitting a sweater for his dog
6. What is that extremely niche thing (pairing, kink) that you’re into and wish more people shared with you?
Idk how niche these really are but breathplay and edging really rock my boat. If well written I can also go in for watersports. I guess anything that portrays complete intimacy and trust.
7. Do you have second-hand fandoms? Like fandoms that you’re not actively involved in but your friends are and/or it’s on your dash a lot so you know what’s going on even if you don’t watch the thing.
Teen Wolf was one of these for the longest time, I had started reading fics before ever seeing the show bc of my dash. I think I really joined the fandom around S3 (and what a disappointment that was lol).. hmm.. right now I think Black Sails? A lot of people on my dash seem to love it, but I haven’t had the energy to start a new show lately.
8. What’s a show that’s badly underrated and that everyone should watch according to you?
I’m embarrassed to say that I haven’t watched any new show in about a year or so. I’ve got an endless list of things I need to catch up on. Though I did see all of Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency and LOVED it!! Also I will forever be bitter about the cancellation of Agent Carter.
9. How do you use your likes and drafts on tumblr? Like, I “park” untagged reblogs in my drafts until I have the time to read them (if they are lengthy text posts) and tag them for queuing. I use my likes very liberally, sometimes it’s a way for me to say I’ve seen your post and I support you, for example, or just as a reminder that I’ve already reblogged a post.
I don’t really use my drafts, and I’m a horrible tagger. I do have about 4000 likes. Since I mostly use tumblr on mobile, I ‘like’ stuff that I want to have a later look at when I’m at my laptop. Sadly I never manage to go through all of them in the end...
10. What perfume/cologne do you wear? Or alternatively, what’s your favourite?
I really like Stella by Stella McCartney, I only ever get it at duty free shops cause it’s so expensive and i’m a poor little bean. Generally i like either fresh scents (I love woman by DKNY) or anything rose/peony scented :)
11. According to you, which movie should win the Academy Award for Best Picture this year?
I’ve seen all but Lady Bird by now, and so far no contest: ‘Call Me By Your Name’ all the way!
Thank you so much for tagging me!! This was fuuun! :D
New questions:
1. What is your favourite ambient sound, what do you listen to when you need to concentrate on something?
2. Do you remember something you did as a child that seemed horribly naughty at the time but is actually really silly/tame?
3. If you could be a fly on the wall, who would you like to spy on?
4. Do you have a favourite fairy tale, what is it and why?
5. What album/artist was the first you bought a CD (cassette/mp.3) of with your own money?
6. Who would play your mother in a movie about your life? Who would play you?
7. Name one thing you like about yourself?
8. Do you have a bedtime ritual?
9. What was your favourite movie you’ve seen in the last year?
10. What’s your go-to karaoke song or if you’re not into karaoke, what song do you belt out when you’re alone at home?
11. If you could see into the future - but only once - how far forward would you look?
I tag @why-the-f-am-i-like-this, @sinuswave, @magicwolvesintimemachines, @dust1feather, @rainbowgeek, @ohanadoesntapplytoadam, @lena221b if she wants go through all this again, all my porn bot followers and everyone else who feels up to it :)
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Gird Thyself: A Buell Blast Built in a Chicago Apartment
Remember the Buell Blast? The 492cc single-cylinder starter bike was a far cry from the American company’s usual off-the-wall offerings. It was most at home in Harley’s rider training program—until Erik Buell announced the end of the range by dropping one into a vehicle crusher.
So it might surprise you to learn that the maniacal little ripper you’re looking at here is, in fact, a Buell Blast. Think of it as a Magpul Ronin, but smaller and more affordable; a Ronin Lite, if you will.
Except it hasn’t been built by a hi-tech firearms manufacturer, or even a well-established custom shop. This crazy contraption has been conceived by an insanely talented Romanian dude, who now lives in Chicago. And the only thing nuttier than the bike is the story.
It goes a little something like this: Alex used to work as a dental technician back in Romania, but after hours he built everything from custom Ducatis to snow bikes, drift trikes and hill climb cars, in a small workshop.
Then friends in the US encouraged him to relocate, figuring that it’d be a better market in which to pursue his passion. So about two years ago, he packed up and moved to Chicago, and now pays the bills by working as a carpenter’s assistant.
His first paycheck after moving went to a Lincoln TIG welder; then he built a small welding and fabrication table in his apartment. Over the next year he collected more tools, until the urge to start building bikes again took over.
Despite not having everything he needed yet—or enough money to rent a workspace—Alex sourced a low-mileage Buell Blast and got cracking. “I decided to start the build in my rented apartment,” he tells us. “I would take the Buell apart at work, and bring it into the apartment in pieces.”
“That was the easiest part. The hard part started after I figured out what I wanted to do with it, and how many things from my shop I was still missing. Still, I made a design and started to gather parts.”
It took Alex a further six months to save up enough money to buy all the bits and pieces he needed, before he could start work in earnest. “Some of the parts I designed—like bungs, spacers, rear-set plates and small stuff—were made by my friends back in Romania and mailed to me, because I didn’t know where or how to explain to someone here what I needed.”
“The rest I did in-house using my small vice, the handsaw, hammer, TIG welder, drill and Dremel—trying to keep everything as silent as I could, and as clean and organized as possible so my girlfriend wouldn’t leave me!”
“Taking days off from work so I could work on the bike during the day when everybody else is at work. Welding during the day with the window shades on so no one sees the arc light, and with AC/DC playing loud in the speakers so the neighbors don’t hear the ‘buzzzzz,’ and so on.”
It’s not the first time we’ve heard of someone building a bike in an apartment, but it’s the most extensive living-room project we’ve seen yet. These days, all that’s left of the Blast is its engine, carb, and the front half of the frame.
Alex hacked off the rear half of the frame, then de-tabbed the rest, moved the rear shock mount and welded on any brackets he needed. The seat’s a Biltwell item that he loved the look of, so he fabbed up a support to mount it.
That funky front end came from Chassis Design Company in California, and is equipped with a small air shock. “I wanted a ‘modern’ girder front end on my build,” says Alex. He supplied the guys with all the measurements they needed to build it to spec, then welded on his own headlight brackets.
The rest of the rolling chassis is pick-n-mix of the highest order. The front wheel’s from a V-Rod—liberated of its second set of rotor mounts to run a single brake. Out back, Alex retrofitted a Buell XB swing arm, rear wheel and brake setup. And the rear shock was borrowed from a Buell 1125.
Up top is a tiny fuel cell (black), and a cover for the electrical bits (raw aluminum). The tank only holds a gallon, but Alex says it’s the best he could manage for the look he was after.
Performance-wise, he was happy with the stock engine’s output, and the previous owner had tweaked the carb with a Dynojet Jet Kit. So the only mods are a Uni filter, and a new exhaust that’s a mix of custom work and an off-the-shelf carbon muffler. “I’m thinking of a bore-up kit now,” Alex tells us.
In between the big changes are a host of smaller details that could fill a book. Other than the numerous neatly machined details, you’ll spot new bars, Biltwell grips, an LED tail light under the seat, and a mount up front for Alex’s smartphone, which is loaded with a speedo app. “I chose the phone because, being new here, I use the GPS for riding around,” he explains.
“It was fun and somehow frustrating without a garage,” Alex concludes. “Always trying not to disturb the neighbors, and waiting for a day off. And everything taking so much time to do.”
“But it was all worth it in the end, I’ve built the “Franken’Blast” exactly like I wanted to, I didn’t get bored to death and it helped me meet cool people and make friends!”
Our jaws are on the floor—not only at the bike, but at Alex’s incredible resourcefulness too. Just imagine what he’ll achieve when he opens up a proper shop.
Alex builds as ‘desmoBIBU.’ Follow him on Facebook and Instagram. Images by (and thanks to) Grant Schwingle of Whiplash Racing Media.
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